• It’s pulling me down,
    holding me towards the ground.
    As I watch my life go by
    can’t help myself but
    take what’s left holding,
    take what was tooken from me,
    but left now growing as
    a seed in the chamber
    forced to my drying heart,
    the dripping tears and the
    bleeding veins
    but only left what’s holding
    only veins uncut,
    nurturing what of who needs most
    of what love in which can’t be
    spoken
    and of scars in which its pain
    has not yet been forgotten

    And of smoke which scent is
    not yet forgotten.